The car turned chilly. The driver opened the door and got out and went to open the door at the back seat. Under the dull light coming from the lamp post, the driver stood tall. His shadow looked as if a ghost was crawling out of hell.
Aryana cowered and scooted as far away from that side of the door. Without warning, the door opened and Aryana who was leaning on the door fell down. But she hurriedly got up.
The driver who was still standing at the other side of the car smiled and it sent shivers down Aryana's spine.
She hurriedly took stock of her surroundings. She did not notice earlier when they entered a fenced bungalow. The fence was over two meters and there was barbed wire on top. The metal gate was also high. There was another car parked in the garage and a motorcycle.
'Where could he be keeping the key of the motorcycle?'
